Lost Creek Hollow She's just a girl and she's on fire

Such personality for one so small! Crowfeather leaned toward the youth and allowed her arm to smack feebly against him. It carried no force. The gnashing of her gummy mouth was enough to draw a laugh from his lips and bring him closer. She had scooted herself a short distance from her mother and the other children. Crowfeather did not want her to grow cold.

You’re a leader, aren’t you? The other pups haven’t come this far yet, he whispered to the girl.

Resting his chin on the floor, the shadow marveled at the puppy. He was hers to do with as she would.